and, having descended, come behind CLEOPATRA. Some of the Guard unbar and open the gates
To PROCULEIUS and the Guard
Guard her till Caesar come.
O Cleopatra! thou art taken, queen:
Quick, quick, good hands.
Drawing a dagger
Hold, worthy lady, hold:
Seizes and disarms her
Do not yourself such wrong, who are in this
Relieved, but not betray'd.
What, of death too,
That rids our dogs of languish?
Do not abuse my master's bounty by
The undoing of yourself: let the world see
well acted, which your death
Will never let come forth.
Where art thou, death?
Come hither, come! come, come, and take a queen
Worthy many babes and
O, temperance, lady!
Sir, I will eat no meat, I'll not drink, sir;
If idle talk will once be necessary,
I'll not sleep neither: this mortal
house I'll ruin,
Do Caesar what he can. Know, sir, that I
Will not wait pinion'd at your master's court;
once be chastised with the sober eye
Of dull Octavia. Shall they hoist me up
And show me to the shouting
Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt
Be gentle grave unto me! rather on Nilus' mud
me stark naked, and let the water-flies
Blow me into abhorring! rather make
My country's high pyramides
And hang me up in chains!
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